Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Blake was speechless. Pablo’s mouth twitched as soon as he came out.

“Although it was three thousand years ago, I remember some things,” Pablo said.

He naturally knew more about the King of Hell than others. According to the time, it should be when the King of Hell’s soul disappeared in her previous life.

Serene did not look at Pablo. Of course, she knew Pablo. He was the judge. She had seen him from afar.

She looked at Blake stubbornly to get his explanation.

Blake said lightly, “Except for Jean, I haven’t slept with anyone, let alone given birth to a daughter like you.”

The harem spirit burst out laughing. Thinking of something and looking at Jean, the two women laughed loudly.

Blake raised his eyebrows. Why is Jean laughing? Shouldn’t she be shy? Forget it. Jean is particular. She’s the plaintiff.

Blake felt helpless.

Seeing that everyone did not seem to take this matter seriously, Serene felt deeply angry and unreconciled.

I waited for Father for three thousand years. How could he say that? It’s understandable for him not to know about me, but how can he forget Mother? He had a relationship with Mother!

“Father, recall it again!” Serene was about to shed tears. She tried hard to maintain the image of a fairy to be worthy of the title of Emperor Prosper’s daughter.

Sister lost her soul, and you lost control of your emotions. It was Mother who comforted you in

I’ve been waiting so long. How can it be a

looked at Blake almost

older

was momentarily embarrassed, then grabbed the painting abruptly and asked, “But Mother has

be so shabby back

a painting as a token of love. Impossible. In Blake’s view,

reminded Blake, “Daddy, this painting has your

signature. He was startled and could not help

my signature.

Blake looked at

froze, and

and subconsciously said, “I didn’t

stunned when she said that. She had no memory of thousands of years ago

said, “Yes, you didn’t. I signed

one lifetime waiting for her, and every time he brought her back, she would still

was unique. No matter how many lifetimes she

I didn’t write it. Why does he look like he’s taking the blame for

hard but could not find any memory of the painting. Blake had already thought of something and said, “You don’t

Jean’s head and said, “You were

The signature on the painting was